The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1887-10-14
FRIDAY, OCT. Ia, 1887.
A CHAPLAIN AFLOAT !
BEING THE ACCOUNT OF THE CRUISE
OF II. b. MS SHIP OF WAR THE
BLUNpERBuss +" FROM PANAMA,
L. 5. OF c. TO HONOLULU, H. I.
Extracted from The Records Of the Archaic
Club.
[BY PERcTvAL LESLIE. |


bells of the church, were tolling the
calls of vesper hours. After under
going complete cleansing opera
ton, and restoring tired nature-not
with balmy sleep--the Chaplain,
leaving his friends to finish discus
sing the bottle, wendell his way to
the church, fully bent upon com
pairing the living's devotion with the
dead's sacrilige.
Here the inconsistency of the
native character presented itself
wildly. With all pomp, show and
magnificience of the church, they
adore the Lord, when he dwells
within the fiehsy temple, but when
the light has gone out-that worship
is turned to savage barbarity, and
to heaven calling for vengeance
sacrilege fills the abode of the
anoiuted. In this place-he found
Religion-huge chunks of Religion,
but scarcely any perceptable moral
or physical civilization. Here creed
and civilization advanced side by
side, so long as the union was con-
ducive to the Religions stability, but
outside the arbitrary rule of Theolo-
gical STANDARDIZATION was utterly
suppressed and cast into the shade.
The people were so utterly ground
down by the steel heel of CHILEAN
exactments. and conquests might,
that all the native spirit and man
illness had been so crushed out of
them-that they grew 80 contended
in their besotted-idle nonentity-
that they satisfied with to-days pro-
duction, neither thought of nor cared
for the morrow. To them life was
but spell devoted to eating, drink
ing and sleeping, and death-to
end all in the grave-where the
weareid body would rest, whilst the
worms a sportive feast would make
of the flesh.
They had not the cultured tastes
of the ancients, that made of feast
ing a sublime art--an art that in
tellectually played the stomachs
caterer, making a poem of the
faculty of taste, and browning the
appetite a cultured King. But here
the stomach ruled barbaric despot,
who built his sway on the spells of
intellectual and moral degradations.
The Chaplain wondered much, as
the voices of the congregation filled
the church, with glad some hymn or
murmured prayer-awakening the
echoes to tuneful response. He
wondered whether the heart-so by
APPETITE besotted, could find truth
full echo, in the praise the lips give
utterance to. His heart throbbed
with pity for them-these discend-
ants of the magnificent Incas-who
when the steel clad hand of Pazarro
had torn him from his imperial
highth-even in his fall was more
kingly than the master hand, that
had wrought his ruin. Are these
people, he unused, destined to some
day rise again, and claim their
heritage of civilization or have they
fallen "like Lucifer never to hope
AGAIN." Perchance echo answered
"hope again"
That great Father of the English
Law, Blackstone, declares that all
men have two characteristic natural
and the artificial as he is shapened
by the requirements of Society.
The Paytians, though surrounded
with outward governmental form,
seems never to have changed from
the natural if or ever had changed,
have now shaken off the bonds of
the artificial, to revel in the unre-
stralnts of the natural.
Returning again to his compan-
ions, he found them in the midst of
an animated argument, as to whether,
it was best to return to the ship, or
remain ashore and view the town by
night, and on his entrance the deci-
sion was left to him. After ponden
ing few moments he decided that
it was best to remain, as the glare
of night might so temper the horrors
of the day, as to make remembrance
more endurable. Accordingly it was
so agreed upon.
After supper had been disposed
of, and the sun withdrawn behind
the western horizon, they sailed
forth. Evening was drawing
darksome cloak over the face of day,
and the winds that during the day
had seemed to have hidden behind
the hills, now gently famed the
brow. The streets, especially the
Plazzo Grande, gradually became
filled with motley-noisy crowd.
Directly in front of the church, the
municipal banda beggarly col
lection of four lusty performers
were with the aid of a Tumpet,
drum, fife and horn, discoursing
the usual evening concert-a con-
glomeration of sound-sufficient to
awaken the dead--and as devoid of
musical rythme us the commingled
toots of savage tribe, preparing
for war. Stopping here for a while,
the Chaplain, leisurely viewed the
crowd that gathered around. They
were young and old, black and white,
clean and semi-clean and from
dirtiness to downright positive